May 20, 2016:
Familiar names. Faces foreign. Did we meet, or were they friends of friends, or just famous in the halls?
They're so much older than me. All of them. Yes I'm a year younger but the physical differences are dramatic. They have proportionate arms and chest muscles; I'm like an insect. They have girlfriends and boyfriends and I have very long hair that I hide behind.
There's a senior who's kind to me. Carol. Six feet, buxom, blonde, nordic: a viking warrior princess who could squash me with the back of one fingernail. Instead she laughs at my jokes, dances with me at Little Bavaria, gives me rides home. Her sister is wonderful, too. June. I think of them often. I hope they're well and happy.